Hungry for destruction
The worst you’ll ever see
Desloated cities fall with their sociology
Blood soaked tyrants, bad morality
Iron fists clash with barbaric savagery
But the worst of all
Is yet to appear
Rumor and myth is all that we hear
Stories that he drenches his victims face on blood
Crushing ba*tard skulls one by one
Mind games, torture, poser, eliminator
Bloodthirsty jawbreaker
Let’s see them talk when they got No jaws
Bloodthirsty jawbreaker
All thrash haters will s** his balls
Bloodthirsty jawbreaker
He’ll punch your lights out for a noble thrash cause
He rides into town on a horse made of steel
A panzer tank made of thrash with jaw bones for wheels
Fists made of iron
He wears a denim vest
He eliminates posers
Chewing on a bucket made of flesh
Steering his tank
While high on bone marrow
Listening to whiplash
Because he loves tony portaro
Aiming his cannons at the south sea door
Junkie ba*tard and his wife are no more